New post, new sign, she’s stressed, too much to do- happens all the time.
Now it’s photo play, but no way, can she delay, the other 58 blogs she’s intending
And sending out wedding invitations, didn’t Miss Albright mention in her dissertations,the millionaire’s clubs in 46 nations, light headed, a breathless, sensation
It’s all over, tomorrow is the last day, what can Red say, but Miss Albright You’ve got to relay, the fact that these bad boys must go away,and stay,
How long can you live with me, think how much fun to live in a teepee, or by the sea, your little brothers must hang free.
So hanger uppers take a peak, last day prices are very cheap, so many paintings I can’t sleep
thinking they will follow me to my grave.
Once a year,splurge,it’s not too much to pay. It becomes like an old friend, have a great day. Buy one from an artist you adore, or abhor and that you can’t wait to give away.
I’m a singer. Hey I never wanted to be an artist. I’m a singer.